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The Last Kentucky Waltz
03:06
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She’s slowly thinking he’s turning away
He’s never sure of the right thing to say
Each of them lonely in their own way.
Her family, her friends, her house, the end
His dreams, their youth, his loss, the proof
Dancing round the last Kentucky waltz.
Each of them holding a ticket they found
Train leaves the station with no one around
Time slows between them, a watch running down.
He keeps reflecting on carousel days
She keeps her hope for a baby and prays
A family dance the last Kentucky waltz.
Round and round and round and round
Down and down and down and down
Dancing round this last Kentucky waltz.
He thought she knew she was the one
She prayed God would give them a son
Before they walk, they tried to run.
Dancing around the tables and chairs
The lights start to dim, they headed upstairs
A family dance the last Kentucky waltz
A family dance the last Kentucky waltz
A family dance the last Kentucky waltz
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You Tore Me Down
03:04
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Everybody knows that you’ve been untrue
You’ve gone and broke my heart and made me blue
You turned my head around
Then you tore me down.
If I had a choice Id not be sad
‘Cause when I hear your voice it makes me glad
But baby’s not around
Look she’s leaving town.
Baby, baby, don’t run away
I want you to stay
I’m sorry, so sorry
I’ve made you blue
You should be sorry too
You should be sorry too.
Now I’m so alone, you’re far away
I sit here at home, no words to say
To anyone around
‘Cause you tore me down
You tore me down
You tore me down
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High on a mountain the still in the air and the blue
Cloud cotton white as it brightens the night of the view
It comes to me just as natural as the view
Swift and sure as the silence made by two
I'd be lost in this world, lost in this world without you
Boats to build and the clay in the kiln make it true
A fisherman's son stops the work he's begun on the new
He looks to the sea where this life might pass him through
And savours his dream where around the world he flew
I'd be lost as that child, lost in this world without you
I'd be lost as that child, lost in this world without you
Down on the ground there's a crowd of people laughing
And a man on the edge who stands on this ledge they've been passing
Standing alone as he lived in his life so true
He's a-living his life like a capsule like solitude
I'd be lost as that man, lost in this world without you
I'd be lost in this world, lost in this world without you
Across the square there's a choir rehearsal parting
Back off the street there's a couple slowly partying
Like that choir I could sing out too
Like the couple I would live for you
Every soul needs a task which they can do
Every soul feels the need to be half of two
I'd be lost as that soul, lost as that soul without you
Lost in this world without you
Lost in this world without you
Lost in this world,lost in this world without you
I'd be lost in this world, lost in this world without you
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Alibi Bye
04:12
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Alibi bye – we’re two of a kind
That’s why, I’m gonna leave you far behind
Alibi bye – we’re two of a kind
That’s why, I’m gonna leave you far behind
You’re as impossible as patience
As fifty-fifty conversation
I said I needed a shoulder to cry on
I looked to yours – they were already cried on
Alibi bye – we’re two of a kind
That’s why, I’m gonna leave you far behind
Alibi bye – it’s not my time
I’m gonna leave you far behind
Take a drive across the nation
In search of brief infatuations
With no added complications
No big ideas above my station
You left wondering how I could fail to see
Now you can wonder all about me
Alibi bye – we’re two of a kind
That’s why, I’m gonna leave you far behind
Alibi bye – we’re out of time
And I’m gonna try to love you out of my mind
Out of my mind
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Evidence
04:13
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Photographs of tawdry seasides
Epitaphs of morning’s b-side
All my time with you
All my time with you
A china cup which cracked a sliver
A view of two across the river
Is what remains of you
Is evidence it’s true
A paper bell with a clapped out clacker
A tangerine by a stale salt cracker
Where on earth are you?
Where on earth are you?
Evidence it’s true
Of how I once loved you
Evidence it’s true
Of how I once loved you
Time takes its time
Then it tears us in two
A wave goodbye on a sunlit day
Clouds rolled by but they didn’t stay
And I remembered you
And all my time with you
A soft-lit dance ‘cross a ballroom floor
A quiet kiss in a disco’s door
Is what remains of you
Evidence it’s true
Evidence it’s true
Of how I once loved you
Evidence it’s true
Of how I once loved you
Time takes its time
Then it tears us in two
The smell of sea air on a lonely evening
You cried the time that I was leaving
A world away from you
A world away from you
A motor started and I heard you running
What was the song that you were humming?
Evidence it’s true
Is what remains of you
Time takes its time
Then it tears us in two
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Where Bluebirds Fly
03:41
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You've been looking for that pot of gold
Searching eveywhere so I'm told
You stumble round 'til you think you've found
Sand and ashes from the ground
Wipe that tear out from your eye
And raise your face up to the sky
For every game where a loser cries
He weeps 'neath heaven where bluebirds fly
No angel points the way to the sun
No shadows beckoning you to come
What yellow brick lines which plimsouled lane
What once seemed fresh and young now seems so tame
Wipe that tear out from your eye
And raise your face up to the sky
For every dream where a loser sighs
He weeps 'neath heaven where bluebirds fly
The fireplace now has got a steady glow
With one last breath before it goes
You say you're losing the will to live
Please remember what you have to give
You'll get no promise I guarantee
But there'll be laughter on a soft breeze
There'll soon be laughter on a soft breeze
So wipe that tear out from your eye
And raise your face up to the sky
For every dream where a loser cries
He weeps 'neath heaven where bluebirds fly
He weeps 'neath heaven where bluebirds fly
He weeps 'neath heaven where bluebirds fly
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Just Let Her Go
03:33
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Just let her go, just let her go
It ain’t worth the pain, if you let her go
It’s not her fault all of the guys turn around
And build their dreams up to the sky
And see ‘em coming down
Just let her go, just let her go
It ain’t worth the pain…oh…if you let her go
And you will find that today the world is yours
You’ll be alright, it’ll work out fine
If you let her go
It’s not her fault all of the guys turn around
And build their dreams up to the sky and them tumbling down
Just let her go
Just let her go
It ain’t worth the pain if you let her go
And you will find that today the world is yours
You’ll be alright, it’ll work out fine
If you let her go
Just let her go (just let her go)
Just let her go (just let her go)
It ain’t worth the pain, if you let her go
And you will find that today the world is yours
You’ll be alright, it’ll work out fine if you let her go
You’ll be alright, it’ll work out fine if you let her go
Yeah, you’ll be alright, it’ll work out fine if you let her go
Just let her go
Just let her go
Just let her go
Just let her go
Just let her go
Just let her…
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Coulda been a lawyer coulda been a king
Coulda been a doctor or any damn thing
Instead I'm the bearer of bad news
I'm wearing out my welcome with the blues
Coulda been your lover, coulda been your dad
Coulda been the best thing that you ever had
But now I'm so lonely it's not true
I'm wearing out my welcome with the blues
When Mr Blues sees me coming
He runs away to distant sunny shores
When Mr Blues knows I'm bummin'
He knows there'll be some bad times in store
Been to Yokohama fightin'in the war
Fought every kind of battles for hearts and minds and more
And now I'm a-reckonin' we're through
And I'm wearing out welcome with the blues
When Mr Blues sees me coming
He'll likely hide behind the general store
When Mr Blues knows I'm bummin'
He's pulled the shades before I reach his door
Been in love and lucky
Been in jail it's true
I've been from old Kentucky
And I'd miss it more than you
And now I'm a reckonin' we're through
And I'm wearing out my welcome
And now I'm just drinking here till two
And I'm wearing out my welcome with the blues
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Faithless Disciple
04:03
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I am a dark, faithless disciple
On a pale horse I do ride
Straight for a town where there's no arrival
Just a storm cloud in the sky
Just a storm cloud in the sky
I am the resurrected cowboy
I don't miss you anymore
I left my grave to come and see you
With a broken heart still poor
There was a day
Much as a danger
When I preached
Of valentines
But now I reach
As if a stranger
Let my pale horse be a sign
I am the sheath around a dagger
With the scent of cheapest wine
Like the blade you'll see me flashing
When the evening says it's time
I am a dark, faithless disciple
On a pale horse I do ride
Straight for a town where there's no arrival
Just a storm cloud in the sky
Just a storm cloud in the sky
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I come and stand at every door
But no one hears my silent prayer
I knock and yet remain unseen
For I am dead, for I am dead
I’m only seven although I died
In Hiroshima long ago
I’m seven now as I was then
When children die they do not grow
My hair was scorched by swirling flame
My eyes grew dim my eyes grew blind
Death came and turned my bones to dust
And that was scattered by the wind
I need no fruit, I need no rice
I need no sweet, nor even bread
I ask for nothing for myself
For I am dead for I am dead
All that I ask is that for peace
You fight today, you fight today
So that the children of this world
May live and grow and laugh and play
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11. |
Tell Me You Still Sing
04:25
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Vox amp to the left of me
The bass was just a toy
The drums were bits nobody’d want
And I was just a boy
The first time we played a show
It rained upon our stage
But we were young and we were loud
Banging ‘gainst the bars of our cage
One mike we had was from a church
The other one was cracked
A bass amp borrowed from our school
Though we never gave it back
Whenever we played Elvis
It would sound like the New York Dolls
And I’m still gigging like some fool
I hear you heard God’s call
A road diverged in deep dark woods
Two paths on display
I chose west to leave the nest
But you chose here to stay
Our wheels of life are spun by fate
Who hear you don’t play anymore
Tell me you still sing
Tell me you still sing
Tell me of your choice
Speak of your life’s highway
Tell me in your voice
Does God have any good tunes
Is Heaven sweet like Spring
I know you don’t play anymore
Tell me you still sing
We play in Cincinnati soon
The band says I must go
Tell your old man I said “hi”
I hear he’s moving slow
Remember when he told us
The guitar was the devil’s thing
I know you don’t play anymore
Tell me, so tell me
I know you don’t play no more
Tell me you still sing
Please tell me do you still sing
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There’s Heaven, there’s sky
There’s where, there’s why
There’s you, there’s I
There’s Russia, there’s Spain
There’s snow, there’s rain
There’s humour, there’s pain
There is pain
With each and every step you take
With each and every step you make
Your daddy will be making them with you
Even when your daddy’s not in view
There’s below, there’s above
There’s hand, there’s glove
There’s laughter, there’s love
There is love
There is love
With each and every step you take
With each and every step you make
Your daddy will be making them with you
Even when your daddy’s not in view
When I (when I)leave this earth
I’ll leave (I’ll leave) some worth
Blonde, eyes blue
It’ll be you
Yeah, it’ll be you
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Highway Patrolman
04:50
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When She Comes Around
04:59
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Sharleen
04:19
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Sid Griffin London, UK
Yep, I'm the guy from the Americana founders the Long Ryders in 1980s L.A. & the guy in the first ever alt-bluegrass act, the Coal Porters, recently out of London. You bet make solo albums & perform singer-songwriter gigs, I’ve toured solo from London to Los Angeles to Sydney to Hong Kong to Helsinki too. Million Dollar Bash is my well-received book on The Basement Tapes and I've never met Dylan. ... more
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